“You must survive, Rafael.”

“Leader…[1]”

“I’m not looking down on you, and I’m definitely not blaming you, Rafael. This is my own decision, and it has nothing to do with you, Rafael. I’m… I’m scared. I’m scared, Rafel.”

“Leader.”

“I’m scared… that people who still remember our true selves will disappear. I’m scared… that they’ll think of us as nothing more than dirty contractors who sold our souls to a demon.

”I’m scared… that no one will understand us. That’s why you must survive. I want you to survive and watch our final moments. It’s a difficult task, but I want you to carry it out.”

“That’s not true, sir. I don’t think that way at all. It may not be the case for everyone, but I’m sure there’s someone out there who understands us, remembers what happened here, and will honor us. I’m sure someone who understands the noble will of our organization will appear.”

“No, we’ll be remembered as the evil ones. Whether we succeed or fail, the world will see us as the bad guys and curse at us. That won’t change. But Rafael,...